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As if retiring from the highest cloud of ignorance...
Staring at the aftermath...
What has become of our strengths?
What greater good could such power have been dedicated to?
Tread lightly, for you tread on warm dreams...
As if recognizing the instance that ripped apart the decades...
Tread lightly, for you tread on silent screams...
Why this darkness? The sun is shining on the ground;
The ground that holds what's soon to be forgotten...
Such magnificent intentions... carried away by the rain...
Do you think they are listening to the remedy
That the mourning dove is singing?
Do you think they are watching the tears
That the unprepared are shedding?
If we bow our heads in silence...
Do you think that we will hear
...their last words?
Do not call it time wasted. Do not label
What the aftermath represents.
Beyond humane thought, we stand where we are nothing.
We stand in confusion and loss of all conformation.
So tread lightly, and let the tune sooth your broken soul,
For the souls of the ones who've fallen
Cannot appreciate it's melody.
They will not hear the honorable chords
Speaking of their sacrifice.
You tread on broken life, so remember
That the air is forgiving.